The Hundredth Time She Ghosted

My phone wouldn't stop buzzing.

Not Sonia worrying—

just the news blowing up over the fireworks she'd planned for Pierre's birthday.

I got home at dawn.

Light still on.

Sonia passed out on the couch.

Was she waiting for me?

Five years together, and it was always her coming home drunk.

I used to call nonstop, scared she'd end up in a ditch.

Used to make ginger tea, worried her stomach couldn't take the booze.

She'd told me she hated that.

Said it made her feel old.

Maybe she heard the door, because she jolted up and rushed over to hug me.

"Where were you? Why didn't you answer? I almost called the cops!"

I hesitated, pulled away, grabbed my phone—dead.

"It froze in the snow. Battery didn't last."

At the word 'snow', something flickered in her face. Guilt, maybe.

She pressed her lips tight, then awkwardly handed me a velvet box.

I opened it. A ring.

I froze.

Once, I'd dreamed of this—Sonia at the clerk's office, hand out, waiting.

But that was another lifetime.

Now, nothing.

I closed the box and dropped it on the table.

"Thanks."

She frowned, confused. "You... what's going on with you?"

I looked at her, and it hit me—

she thought I'd melt. Cry. Pretend everything was fine.

The thought almost made me laugh.

I gave her a weak grin. "Oh, I'm so happy. That what you wanted?"

Thought that'd end it.

Didn't.

"Hedley," she snapped, "I just brought Pierre by the office. And I said yes to marrying you. How long are you gonna act like this?"

I didn't flinch. Plugged in my phone.

"You've got it wrong. I'm just tired."

Something in my voice landed.

For once, she felt me slipping.

She bit her lip, reached for my hand—

and her phone rang. Loud.

Pierre.

She opened her mouth to explain.

I cut her off.

"You're busy. Don't bother. I get it."

That threw her.

She gripped my hand tighter, searching for whatever she'd lost.

The phone kept ringing.

Finally, under my stare, she let go.

"I'll come to the 101st proposal," she said, then left.

I went to my room.

Slept like I hadn't in years.

Once I finished the handover at work, Sonia Quindt would never see me again.

***

At Quindt Corp the next day, I walked in like usual—

then my coworker Daniel pulled me aside.